True Love's Price

My fiancé’s first love and I fell down the stairs at the same time, and he chose to save her instead, leaving me to lie there in a pool of blood as I waited for an ambulance.

On the brink of death, I begged him not to abandon me, and he only kicked my hand away, saying, “Elodie, can’t you show a little kindness? Don’t you see that Celeste is unconscious?!

“…I’ll make sure you pay for this later!”

‘Later’, as he put it, didn’t come to pass. As he left with his first love in his arms, I died along with the baby inside my womb.

I died a horrible death.

Multiple fractures, including broken ribs that pierced my uterus, caused me to bleed so much that blood soaked the entirety of my deathbed.

The very sight of it was so gruesome that it made several medical staff throw up on the spot.

Perhaps because of my lingering regrets and resentment, my soul refused to pass on to the next life.

While I was staring blankly at my corpse, I heard a familiar voice coming from nearby, prompting me to follow it to the source.

True to my assumptions, the one who I heard was indeed Jeremy Stonefield.

In the emergency room, he hurriedly put on his surgical scrubs, all while trying to comfort his beloved. "Hold on Celeste, I'll save you."

After he finished his preparations, he started performing surgery on Celeste Steinfeld, and it was the most solemn I've ever seen him.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when the surgery ended, and as he watched Celeste's vitals stabilize, he asked an assistant to transfer Celeste to a ward for monitoring.

The assistant, however, seemed to be hesitant, which prompted Jeremy to ask, "What is it?"

The assistant responded, "Dr. Stonefield, are you acquainted with the woman who was admitted together with Miss Steinfeld? Just now, she…"

Before the assistant could tell him about my death, Jeremy interrupted him coldly. "I don't know that woman, and I don't want to know her status, either."

The assistant nodded in acknowledgment at his reply.

When I heard what he said, freezing cold was all I felt in my heart, but I wasn't all that surprised. He was disgusted with me, after all, so why would he admit that I was his fiancée?

What he didn't know, however, was that I had died in the ward right next to the one he was in.

I thought back to how I had used all my strength to grab the hem of his pants, pleading, "Please save me… I'm going to die…

“Don’t abandon me… Please save me…”

Anyone who saw the large pool of blood underneath me wouldn't have remained indifferent, yet my beloved fiancé only looked down upon me with disgust. "Elodie, can't you show a little kindness? Don't you see that Celeste is unconscious?!"

"Not only did you push her down the stairs, but you're stopping me from saving her? Do you really want her dead that badly?!

"I didn't expect you to be such a horrible person!"

Hearing this, all I could do was let go of his pant leg, reaching into my pocket so that I could take out the pregnancy test results I received earlier. I wanted to let him know that I was pregnant, with the hopes that he'd save me, if only for the sake of our baby.

I didn't have the chance to do so, however, as he refused to spare another glance at me, only barking at me with an authoritative tone, "I'll make sure you pay for this later!"

After that, he left with the unconscious Celeste in his arms, and they disappeared from my sight by the time I managed to take the test results out of my pocket.

My teardrops stained the test results, blurring my vision as I gazed at the tiny life that had started to take form within me.

'Mommy's sorry, sweetheart. Daddy doesn't love me, so he won't save me, and he won't save you either.'